Encounter with my neighbor

The following Friday the colony was quiet under the late-afternoon heat. I prepared with even more care than before. Fresh shave, the breast forms warmed and settled high in a tight red blouse, a deep maroon sari that clung to every curve, high heels, heavy bangles, anklets, the small nose ring. Full bridal-level makeup—arched brows, kohl, dark red lipstick. When I looked in the mirror I looked like a woman dressed for an evening of quiet indulgence.
She opened the door before I knocked. Behind her the living room already held three other women.
The accounts officer’s wife from the previous week, now in a simple blue sari, eyes already dark with anticipation.
Beside her stood a younger woman—mid-thirties, the mechanical engineer’s wife—thin, sharp-eyed, wearing a pale yellow sari and a small diamond nose ring.
And against the far wall, the chemist’s wife: older than the others, early forties, full-figured, a green silk sari draped carefully, her expression calm and hungry in equal measure.
No one spoke at first. They simply looked at me—at the swell of the breast forms, the way the sari moved when I stepped inside, the deliberate femininity of every detail. My neighbour closed and locked the door.
“All the husbands are on shift,” she said. “We have the evening.”
They undressed me slowly, four pairs of hands working together. The sari unwrapped and fell. The blouse opened. The soft panty was drawn down. When my cock sprang free, already hard, none of them looked away. The chemist’s wife reached first, wrapping her fingers around me, testing the weight and heat. The mechanical engineer’s wife stepped behind me and cupped the breast forms, thumbs brushing the nipples through the thin fabric of the bra that still held them.
We moved to the bedroom. Mattresses had been pulled together on the floor, sheets already turned down. I was guided onto my back. The accounts officer’s wife straddled my face first, lowering her cunt onto my mouth while the mechanical engineer’s wife sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion. The wet heat of her made me groan against the woman above me. My neighbour and the chemist’s wife watched for a moment, then joined—kissing each other, hands roaming, until the chemist’s wife crawled up and presented herself to my neighbour’s mouth.
The room filled with soft, wet sounds. I licked and sucked at the accounts officer’s wife while the younger woman rode me with steady, rolling hips, her cunt tight and slick. Every time she sank down I felt the breast forms shift on my chest. Anklets chimed. Bangles clinked. The mechanical engineer’s wife came first, grinding down hard, her walls fluttering and clenching around my cock as she cried out. The rhythmic milking pulled me after her; I flooded her while the woman on my mouth shuddered through her own orgasm, thighs trembling against my ears.
They rotated without words.
The chemist’s wife took my cock next, sinking down slowly, heavier, hotter, her full breasts swaying as she began to ride. My neighbour straddled my face, letting me taste how wet she already was. The other two women kissed and touched each other beside us, fingers sliding, soft moans overlapping. When the chemist’s wife came she did it quietly, a long, low sound, her cunt gripping me in strong pulses that forced another orgasm out of me almost immediately. I spilled into her while my neighbour ground down against my tongue.
They were not finished.
My neighbour produced the same high-quality silicone gel. She worked it into me carefully while the others watched, two fingers, then three, until I was open and slick. Then she guided the mechanical engineer’s wife to lie on her back. I was positioned between the younger woman’s legs and pushed into her cunt again while my neighbour pressed the head of a thick, realistic dildo against my prepared ass. She sank it in slowly, filling me completely, and began to fuck me in time with my own thrusts into the woman beneath me.
The double sensation was intense—tight heat around my cock, deep pressure stretching my ass. The accounts officer’s wife and the chemist’s wife knelt on either side, one feeding me her breast, the other stroking my hair and whispering how pretty I looked like this. My neighbour fucked me harder, the dildo driving deep with every stroke, forcing me deeper into the mechanical engineer’s wife. The younger woman came with a sharp cry, cunt spasming around me. The clenching and the relentless pressure in my ass pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, pulsing into her while the dildo continued to work me through it.
Afterwards we collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs, saris half-on, breast forms shiny with sweat, the air thick with the smell of sex and perfume. The chemist’s wife traced the smear of lipstick at the corner of my mouth. The accounts officer’s wife rested her head on my stomach. My neighbour’s hand lay proprietary on my thigh.
“The husbands will hear about this eventually,” the mechanical engineer’s wife said quietly. “Some of them already suspect.”
My neighbour smiled that private smile and looked at me.
“When they do,” she said, “we’ll decide what to do with them.”
Outside, the colony lights began to flicker on one by one. Inside, four wives and one junior engineer lay together in the growing dark, already thinking about the next Friday.